It was a typical Sunday. So typical no one suspected it would mark the beginning of the last great battle of the worship wars. Then, out of nowhere, the Loyal Daughters class struck.
Memory of that last brave stand is preserved in this timeless ballad, still sung around the campfire in honor of days gone by...
To the tune
The Old Rugged Cross
Verse 1
In a room in the back
In a sad dusty stack
Are the hymnals we once
held so high
held so high
And projection machines
And a Dell Quad-core X25
Chorus:
But I long for the
hymnals again
Like the hug from a
long lost old friend
Oh to hear those dear
words ‘er I die
Let’s all sing number
three forty five.
Verse 2
Oh I miss Philip Bliss
Fanny Crosby’s great hits
All those songs
by those dead Calvinists
by those dead Calvinists
Where the words point out sin
And we’re glad God condemns
All those lefty pinko communists.
Chorus:
Oh we long for the hymnals again
Like the hug from a long lost old friend
And next Sunday
our dreams will come true
our dreams will come true
Cause that screen
needs these four little screws
needs these four little screws
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